Facebook Teenage Angst

Back in my teen years there was no Facebook. No immediate social interaction with boys across the country, or globe. At the most you could be pen pals, remember those?


But if you didn’t like them anymore, or moved on to the next pen pal romance…..no big deal. Just stop writing. This was the 80’s.



Facebook completely changed things. You have immediate connections. Friends in common. Pictures to peruse and many, many other crush worthy items from her bio, to music, to interests. She likes silly bandz, she likes COOKING, she likes Hot Topic, and the mall. We are just alike….I Facebook HEART her. The boy creeps hard on her page, and her online hangouts. They can be from the same town, school, or even from across the country; like New Jersey.

From the Facebook platform communication can progress to text messaging, chat, and skype.

Then, when a teenage girl decides she doesn’t like a crushing boy. How does she lose this creep? It’s very similar to my day. Just stop texting skyping chatting talking facebooking. Simple.

Not so simple for him. He is still crushing on his Facebook teen idol.

Her. My daughter.

But she has moved on and is not looking back.

Teenage angst ensues.


And you would think that is the end. Crush over. He moves on.

But, noooooo!

See, Facebook gives you the option of listing your PARENTS on your Facebook page and if there is one thing a teenage crushing boy knows is his stalked’s page forwards and backwards (because he creeps it).

The boy emails the mom. In this case, ME.

And what could he possibly say?

He says, “Sydney is in a bad place and is cutting herself.”


Oh, and please don’t tell her he sent me a Facebook message. He is just trying to get her in trouble save her.

I’ll admit, I had a bit of angst myself. Did I know my child? Was she EMO? Was I missing something? Was I completely freakin’ BLIND?

Um. No.

This girl cries from a scratch that doesn’t break the skin. She points, and points to a tiny mark. I squint to see it but can’t. Mooommmm, it hurts. What hurts? I can’t see a thing!

Cutting? I don’t think so.

But I did learn something. Teenage crushes snuffed on Facebook cause great ANGST.

Poor guy.

It was pretty sneaky to facebook message the parent listed on her page. But, I didn’t fall for it. And he is soooo busted. Please, move on to your next victim crush. Sydney is just fine.

I don’t just Facebook with her. I live with her.

I know I sound old, but my how times have changed….

See what others are saying about angst on Mama Kat’s Losin it writer’s workshop.
Prompt 2) Angsty

Live, Love, Laugh… Creep?

Today is the Girl Next Door Grows Up – Feel Good Friday meme.

One her prompts is to post five things that made you extremely happy this week. Sydney could take up all five of those things. She had me laughing so hard, I could barely breathe. Please don’t ever lose your spirit of fun and laughter. Pleasepleaseplease.

Before I present my five things, I would like to thank iPhone photo gallery for this post. It wouldn’t have been possible if not for the photos + videos and tons of memories to smile about (and share).

**I swear I don’t work for Apple!

One of Sydney’s favorite things to do (maybe it’s a teenage girl thing) is creeping. It’s not like the old days of jeepers creepers; better known as pervs. It’s basically teenage girls at the mall. They hide behind something and take a picture of a teenage boy they like. Then post it on Facebook with a title, Creepin’ Hard. They giggle and find the stealth exciting. Not sure if they ever actually meet these boys, or if that is even the point? Maybe, it’s just the rush of not getting caught crushing creeping.

Anyway, I decided she MUST teach me this “creepin” skill, because I am all about spying bonding with my kid.

Place: Wal-Mart
Person of interest: Jason
Hiding barrier: End Cap

He has noooo idea.

Hee hee hee.

I had to take a photo of the creeper teacher in action. You know, like taking notes.

After my lesson, I creeped Sydney. Pretty good, eh?

So now, I’m officially a creeper – in a good way. Ahem.

Sometime this week, I discovered I was featured by WordPress under a couple of photo tags. Photos, Pictures, or photos; all pull up this page. I took a picture of it with my iPhone, since I have no idea how long it will be there.

Pssssssst, I totally creeped WordPress – hee hee.

It may not be Freshly Pressed, but it’s pretty cool to be static at the top of these popular tags searches.

It’s been ONE month since our 10-10-10 wedding. That’s right. An entire month has flown by, but on this day in history, we totally got creeped! had some beautiful photos taken.

Photo by – Kellene of Bella Lucia Photography

After the ceremony……

I see this on Facebook.

Assaulted by a well of happy tears, it made a cherished day even better, and of course…… I took a picture with my brilliant iPhone. Which? Was playing our reception music. And? The reason I was on my iPhone at the wedding. Seriously people – we are a family of technology. I could have texted I do. Heh!

Shopping with these two and saving the photos.

The coolest kids cats around.

Hey, you never know when you might need sunglasses. …..better to creep you with….

Two adorable future creepers shade wearing shopping partners = happy awesome.

Finding Build-A-Bear Star Wars collections = happy awesome x 100!

I totally creeped a pic!

I mean really!?! Are you as excited as me? I want to collect them all. We could reenact the whole movie – bear style. They have light sabers!

In the month of July – the girls were at their dad’s. I got hooked on America’s Got Talent and the girls loved it too. Right before bed, Bridget starts dancing. She just dances and dances and dances. It was happy feet. It was river dance. It was her being the most talent America has ever seen – EVER – at four years old. The crowd goes wild!

I loved her enthusiasm and whipped out my iPhone before she got shy to quickly capture. What happened next is best explained as a skitzy half greyhound/half jeeper creeper named Anna, wanting to creep dance too. Since she is a DOG and doesn’t know HOW to dance, it came out like a mosh. Apparently, Anna dog only knows how to slam dance.

Here’s what I think, Bridget hears river dance music. Anna dog? Metal. Mosh pit. This is my favorite video clip of all time.

I love how she keeps dancing. What a performer! Ha ha!

These are a few of the things that made me feel good this week (and always will).

Hope you have a great weekend and have a fabulous Feel Good Friday! Swing by Erika’s and see what everyone else feels good about.

Laughter puts your brain, your central nervous system and your whole being into a state of free play.
Max Eastman

I’ve Come to Realize…..

A Facebook tag from my friend, editor, and writer – Elizabeth Irwin.

I hope you don’t mind I brought it to WordPress. It’s actually just the kind of thing I need tonight after a busy weekend that has left me a fuzzy brain and a very sore body.

1. I’ve come to realize that my chest-size…needs a lot of support when jogging.

2. I’ve come to realize that my job….is worth keeping and doing my best at.

3. I’ve come to realize that when I’m driving…it’s best if I’m not late.

4. I’ve come to realize that I need…to have fun, even if I risk ankle injury jumping for joy in a pink castle bounce house.

5. I’ve come to realize that I have lost…the need to control or be controlled.

6. I’ve come to realize that I hate…conflict.

7. I’ve come to realize that if I’m drunk…I’m having a flashback of my first after divorce phase.

8. I’ve come to realize that money….should be handled by persons wiser than me.

9. I’ve come to realize that certain people…will seek to control out of their own fear of failure.

10. I’ve come to realize that I’ll always…find compassion and heart to spare.

11. I’ve come to realize that my sibling(s)…are more important to me than anything and I hope they know how much I love them.

12. I’ve come to realize that my mom…is a crafty spitfire I adore.

13. I’ve come to realize that my cell phone…is addictive.

14. I’ve come to realize that when I woke up this morning…I had no idea what was in store for me good or bad.

15. I’ve come to realize that my first love is…loving others.

16. I’ve come to realize that right now I am thinking about…all the blogs I have missed reading the last few days.

17. I’ve come to realize that my dad…both of them are missed and cherished dearly.

18. I’ve come to realize that when I get on Facebook…I like reading status updates and commenting on life happening the best.

19. I’ve come to realize that today…ended quite nicely, laughing at comics, watching bats fly, editing photographs and eating chocolate cake.

20. I’ve come to realize that my best friend(s)…are my safety net.

21. I’ve come to realize that my spouse…I’m marrying in October was meant for me. Truly.

22. I’ve come to realize that I really want to…master photography.

23. I’ve come to realize that life…is what you make it.

24. I’ve come to realize that this weekend…I’ve got to mow the duplex field yard.

25. I’ve come to realize that next weekend…will be here before you know it.

26.I’ve come to realize that my (step)children…are God’s gift to my life.

27. I’ve come to realize that when life gives you lemons….just add sugar to make it right.

Wanna play?



Aging Mommy







Anyone else? Play along if you’d like. Please don’t feel obligated. I have a birthday post coming up Wednesday when my almost step-daughter officially turns four.

In the mean time…..I’ve been working hard on getting these pictures posted.

Bridget's Fourth Princess Party

Fear and Loathing at my Duplex

In my duplex.

About my duplex.

If this were a facebook relationship status, it would read “it’s complicated”.

Of course then ALL my friends would comment.

What’s going on? Did duplex do something to you? Can you not commit to duplex? Has duplex been housing a shady tenant on the side? A plugged commode? Can you call the house whisperer? I hate to see a three-year relationship end so badly.

I would assure all the well wishers gossipers it’s not the duplex, it’s me.

I’ve had an affair. An affair with my future husband’s house. The shame of it, because I still LOVE you duplex. I still NEED you. But I’ve slipped in my attentions.

I didn’t tend to the flower pots this year. Nope. I planted pots at the new house, just like last year. And I didn’t make garden beds like I had always hoped, but I did plant in the garden beds at the new house. How disparaging.

This is hard. SO HARD. I love your new duplex smell. I love your embrace when I come home at all hours of the night after spending it with my other place. There is no judging, or weeping. Just a poignant sigh (or maybe that’s me). I love how you are my safe haven when I need it; my quiet sanctuary. I love the roominess, yet compactness. The delights of having an extra bedroom, and a big garage. The tiny but – oh so handy – backyard.

Do you know what I love most? You’re mine. My place.

Just being in your realm brings me great peace and comfort. To leave, to say good-bye it’s….. devastating.

I don’t want to. I don’t. But the upkeep to keep this sweet spot on the side, well, it’s steep. Too rich for my poorness. With four and half months until the wedding, with a lease that’s expiring in three days – what makes sense is to move most things to the new house and lease a last fling apartment for six months.

An apartment. A fling. I know. Sick. It’s not a duplex kind of love. It would be a one bedroom, not three. No yard. No front nook with a mini black lab statue. No extra bathroom. No garage. No empty flower pots. ALL my things would be stored, sold, or moved somewhere. I’d be in limbo. I’d live with a toe in the door there, and a half a body here, an address there, and the rest of my body parts scattered in between.

I’m torn.

I’m sad.

I have to write the thirty-day notice to the master developer today (aka-leasing office). It’s killing me. I want a happy ending for us. I want to remember with gladness how you were there for me during an extremely difficult first year of residence. It was you that heard every tear, every sob, every cry.

You absorbed my pain into your walls. Your heart grieved with mine. You watched me grow as a person. You watched me survive. You watched me heal. You screamed with me when we cleaned yet another puppy accident. You didn’t even complain when Sydney, at age thirteen and bratty, sprayed your walls with silly string (which is still there). You watched with great pride as I snapped a picture of my little girl going to her first day of high school. What memories we have. The many memories of just Sydney and just me. Together, but on our own. To leave is breaking me apart. Breaking us apart.

I have to tell myself you are just a place. Everything we shared is inside of me. New people will come and you will be home once more. You won’t stay vacant. There is a reason and a season – a time for everything – and ours has reached the end. It’s not really the end, just a new beginning. A new home. A new transition for a moment in time.

Truth is, I fear. I fear being without you. *My place* You are my crutch. We’ve been through it all. If I kick your address to the curb, there is no return.

With a heavy heart, I humbly thank you. I am grateful I had you to go to. I’m glad you were my duplex. No other duplex would have made me feel as safe and as loved as you did. But it’s time to move on, write that notice, and fully invest in my new house (with a fling). You are deserving of so much more than me. You deserve a family that spends more time with you.

So, here’s to our last thirty days together, let’s turn the ceiling fans on high, take a last poop scoop of the yard, then run like banshees up and down the hall, while singing off-key and celebrating all of life’s memories as one.

May your walls echo my great joy, for as long as you shall stand.